Only zombies roam around the forgotten stations, remainings of a long gone time, when energy was cheap. Air shimmers, heavily loaded with gas. Sad beings, which live in past. Present comes with a huge explosion.

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The most honorable act is the one that allows a free mind. Freedom is framed by perception of love and words of kindness. You can’t stop that train of thoughts. So free yourself from the self-chosen slavery and return to the battlefields of society with a roar.

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That yin-yang-theory of dualism fits the needs of travellers. We all travel in time and mind, and some in space, alone, gasping for short exchanges to refill our ressources. We bring news, we are news.